Luyện nghe bài hát Deep in the Jungle

(Gift of Gab)
And I like this

(scratched)
I've got a few things I say

(Gift of Gab)
I'm gunnin', ya away, do not stay
'cause the wrath of the gift will be hittin' ya
And a lot of the crews got sprayed and yelled
Like a of roaches, as struggle approaches,
a blow this
Another ferocious jam, I the ?grossagran?
I hover the land of lame emcees that dont blow
I'm poppin' the and then bo bo with the gun
And a once in a munch chest, rest in
And I ?bellow you to beast? I emcees with sounds like these
Run over enemies and I in the west
Dark hemisphere, burn wit a is nothin but a mere setback
Hear I'm here,
earn wit a clear conscience in the of the jet black
I'm a dog, through the jungle
wit a and black hat choppin down ?noonsies?
Not a frog, cunning yet I'm
gotta do the jewels tack talkin clowns
Tip me, I'ma knock 'em all around, bust a
With a fat blunt swinging on a in the homeland
I'ma tack 'em in the sound punks when the rap bump
on the rhyme I bowl man
Gifted when I'm off a spliff hit,
reminisce shit, riff with
This shit is the mischievous of the gifted,
I'm a kid, get a whiff kid
Swingin' down low, down flows
with a new medley outgrow when you step back
To the black with a fat rap with a fat
with a little bit a funk in my
Take it back to the brother
and I was stupid idiots like Tarzan
Givin' back to the man and get another land,
man it, its Or-land-o
How easy and tight wishin' the depths
up in the sound in the of the jungle
wild with the art of the rumble,
never amount to be than Dumbo
'em mumble, make 'em humble,
Get me round the start, you will crumble,
and you tumble, and you
And I do it like
From the end to the end never gonna end,
set a trend with the mic clutch
Hey by the ba?, said you keep your day job
my competitors know the right touch
Have to through the backstreets, raisin' hell to a black beat
Rappers fail to attack me, like a with the slack g
I attack 'em like acne, UGH

(spoken)
Mindless cretins grow through
Peels up, rising up,

(Lateef)
Steppin' up through the deep, dank
No telling is lurking
I hero it, but will I sense a
I proceed to a buster
'cause I trust the finer design in the mind of the
Just about to find
What a to the race of wack mc's
I am I choose to stand my ground
and blowin' the rhythm the vermin and learnin'
All I know is we've every entry attained
And the game, and what I'm tryin' to explain is that
The deeper we're the more we find sleepin'
And slippin' just dead lips on a mission
Its the reason the gift we've been given the rhythm
'cause just the way we've been livin
And thrive in the essence, survive and its
To recognize when analyzing bo?
Surprises the in this line and tryin'
To get you to buy their fantasy world
Can it be damaged the ?emina?
of the and men thats exploting my culture
Can't understand every breast that you
was as up ?paper scun? be one hung
Such as nowadays, its fallin' and splinterin', just timber, of
Gettin out of my way, and I'm -- meaning to say is that
The canopy that covers me now is the blackest, this
I we already established the wackness
Presented in the cemented
by the bumblin' brothers stumblin' tumblin'
Surround me in a style, but I just smile and
Silence 'em like the lambs, they all the flock
We one magic stock style
I'm gettin' 'em off like crack viles, and wicked the whole fuckin
Not trippin over no vines, or no swine, or over no mines
Or over no line at the
of whippin' 'em like a glock in the jungle

(spoken)
Now in the of the journey
Not in time, but in the
the camels being loaded up
The men, loading up
a long journey -- the oasis is all in the clamor
As we start from the top we go to the very
Of a myserious place -- a mysterious place
What's that I see?

(Lyrics Born)
I can't describe you, so I ain't even gon' try...hmmmm
Making of mc Asia is now this I dont dispute but you knew
You knew Lyrics Born was a ripped off note of a hundred
And you scrape the off your bumpers making sure you beat the buzzer
Making sure Born came out his mother's stomach
covered the lyrics that kill
No bumper, right? 'cause
I know you can make colors
And have the whole goddamn planet uncle at you and even
Still take the big up little ?egg?, can you imagine?
Big up Born, this little bottle
Or that you would even be lightly concerned little, little words
That you tug at the line, pullin' the kind
Of lyrics out my mouth that make me big bad don, kids' legs home
You can't even a sliver roach, you know
That shit, and then watch me wreck this stage
Boy like I got daddy's style hangin' around my waist
And then me forget -- the way
Good lyrics taste, thinkin' I just ain't little rabbit in your heart
Man, 'cause if I it was just
Lyrics Born that made lyrics born, lyrics
And then suddenly I do no more, I'd be like
"Do you me?" No, Asia
And you used to play my record on the way to the